Tetsuo: The Iron Man Now

He stumbled toward the window. Outside, the world was soft, fleshy, and weak. It needed to be reinforced. It needed to be hard.

"We will turn the world into a storm of steel," the static in his head whispered. He didn't walk into the night; he accelerated. Tetsuo: The Iron Man

By midnight, the apartment felt too small, too organic. The drywall seemed to breathe with a moist, suffocating heat. Elias collapsed against his workbench, his breath coming in ragged, metallic rasps. Every time his heart beat, it sounded like a hammer striking an anvil. Clang. Clang. Clang. He stumbled toward the window